"Just a Lil' Memorizin' "

Sorry to say that my "adventures" are becoming less and less frequent as finals are approaching quicker and quicker. I must say, I got lucky enough this quarter to have already taken 2 finals, thus leaving me with only 2 during the official "Finals Week".  Seriously, can someone please re-name this time of doom? How about something more eloquent like, "End of Term Assessments" or even a casual "Just a Lil' Memorizin' "? Finals is just about the most depressing word I can think to describe tests that determine your fate. But I digress.

Remember the infamous blog post at last quarter's go-around? When I experimented with sticking headphones in my nostrils? Yeah. Get ready. This Friday begins the insane asylum that is my dorm room when Finals ensue...

I'm realizing that I need to stop writing about boring school stuff that nobody wants to hear. Sadly its all I've known recently. But this blog is about adventures, so let's see...Grandfather wanted to know more about the young men in my ballroom class. To which I have to respond; what men?? They are all boys. And believe me, there is a difference. The only "men" seem to off the market, which is rather unfortunate. I plan to continue in ballroom next quarter, and I can only hope that it provides me with a new mix of cuties who can dance.

Today I went downtown to get finger-printed, to prove to the church's nursery that I am not a felon. Glad we covered that. My title is to literally "hold babies", which is quite alright with me. Every week at church I see these little chubby balls of cuteness, and I have to refrain myself from running after them with outstretched hands, yelling "I WANT TO HOLD YOU!!!". Its a good thing, too, because I'm not sure if that would be well-received by the other nursery workers (not to mention parents).

As this quarter is coming to a close, I am quickly being reminded that in just a few more months I will no longer be a dorm-dweller. I can't even think about this without wanting to cry! I'm going to be such a loner next year! Part of me is excited to no longer bear the title of "Freshman" (my friends and I are convinced that we aren't even considered part of the student population; "Oh yeah, there's UC Davis Students and then there's Freshman!").  But this year has been so much fun that I can't imagine living away from all my friends! Boo. Typical me, worrying about something that is 12 weeks away. But its still bittersweet. Although I must say, I am beyyyyyond excited to have a break from dc food. Don't get me wrong, ours is better than most, but there is only so much salad bar one girl can take. And let's not even talk about the days they don't have garbanzo beans. You do NOT want to see me when they don't have garbanzo beans.

Well friends, its about time I get back to my studies. Story. Of. My. Life. Spring break is right around ze corner, and I can't promise too many updates until then. But hey, finals insanity can make for the best stories...!